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Aug 1

Estate of mind

Posted on Wednesday, August 1, 2007 in Uncategorized

There’s a row of houses on the bend of our quiet council housing estate which were built at the beginning of this year.  Our residents have been wondering why it is that people haven’t moved into them yet, and have come to the conclusion that said unknown residents are simply too scared to move in.  They’re most likely waiting for the travellers at no.’s 2, 5, and 7 to move out first.  Between you and me, I don’t reckon on this happening too soon.  They’ve made themselves a nice little niche in the neighbourhood, and are sitting pretty.

Today, however, I decided to go on a wee jaunt to the local shops with my children, and noticed some new arrivals.  Laughing boy was loaded into his wheelchair, his shoes left off and his hair unbrushed and ruffled.  Puppychild wore her gingham blouse and dungarees, true hillbilly style.  She sat on laughing boy’s lap with her trusted blankent for emotional support, and off we went.

As I passed the virgin houses, I noticed not one, but two families pooching around investigating their new homes.  As I continued to the bottom of the housing estate, I saw that travellerville was in full swing.  A group of young men were huddled by the fence discussing their fortunes while small children raced around in circles with their greyhound.  An old traveller woman was washing the cabin of a HGV, and an ice-cream van hovered nervously near the entrance to the estate, presumably gathering his marbles.

Our housing estate seems to have a very bad reputation.  I have absolutely no idea why, as I’m not aware of any trouble connected to our residents, though I know how people’s imaginations can invent scandals with no help at all from true fact, as I discovered the last time I got a taxi home.  Not only did he not want to drive into the estate, but he almost refused to let me out of his car.  After I had convinced him that I was fine to walk home in the dark, that it really is an o.k. place to live, he told me I was the bravest young lady he’d ever met, which was nice.

The travellers around here remind me of bees.  They go about their business, and won’t bother you if you don’t bother them.  Today I got a few waves and nods, probably because the sun brings out the friendliness in folks, and these particular folks are well used to the sight of me pushing my scraggly kids up and down their road.  I’d even go as far as to say that this is the safest place I’ve ever lived in, that if anyone wanted to choose a good house to break into, it would definately NOT be one of ours.  We are protected by the most affluent, most influential minority group in Ireland.  If you’re Irish, and you recognise the word ‘Moorehouse’, you’ll know why. 

On my way back uphill from the shops, I reached the virgin house corner hot, red-faced and tired.  A few of the new heads turned to look at this odd sight, and just as they did, something made me yell ‘Wahaya lookanah?!’ at the top of my voice in my best traveller accent.  I then winked and moved on.

These people need to be broken in.  We can’t have them increasing the tone of the neighbourhood.

Bring on the comments

  1. Grannymar says:

    You tell ’em K8!

  2. robert says:

    That’s brilliant! I would have loved to see their faces. Or be a fly on the wall when (and if) they are all discussing what happened over dinner!

  3. baino says:

    Haha . . I reckon the thieves have been into my place, checked out the 8 year old TV the single DVD player and my 4 year old Dell and thought it wasn’t worth the effort. Mind you my car got egged last weekend!

  4. K8 says:

    You’re a good teacher, o great grannymar ;)

    Thanks Robert! Guess what?! I’ve just learned that the ice-cream van man is moving into one of the empties! How handy is that?

    Baino, were you driving at the time? Were your windows open?!?! I feel for you, I really do. I’ve cleaned windows after Hallowe’en. Dried eggs are yuk.

  5. robert says:

    That explains it. He was just having a look to see who his neighbours will be. Might be handy alright but you might find that when he sets off to work every day that the jingle that he plays might get a bit annoying.

    You might have to get Grandad over with his rifle!

  6. Grandad says:

    Remember what I told you ice cream sellers really do?

  7. Hails says:

    This sounds very like my estate, loved reading it! (You’re not, like, my neighbour, are you?!)
    Just having a browse through your blog for the first time, and it’s brilliant. Will be back in proper stalker capacity when I have more time – mwah-hah-haaaaaaaa! :) Thanks for your comments on my blog!

  8. Conortje says:

    hehe goood on ya – I always want to do stuff like that but never seem to have the balls to do it – you’re an inspiration.

  9. SID says:


    *Buys K8 a poke*

  10. K8 says:

    Robert I’m thinking that if Mr. Ice Cream does start to piss me off in the morning I might break into his van and replace ‘Teddy Bear’s Picnic’ with ‘Ride of the Valkyries’. Some alarm clock!

    Da, drugs are bad, m’kay?

    Thanks Hails!! I’ll set up the restraining order.

    Conor, neither do I… I was a woman possessed!

    *Buys SID a pig to put in the poke*

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